#blindness
People are blind
they can't see
each other change,
the others think
the others think
the others pass
see people smile
see people shut
see people shine
But they are there.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
some stories are universal
it is easy to tap in
take any aspect of Mankind
without the 'kind'
you will find plenty
to tell of there.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
its not the speck in your eye
its the dust storm in mine
too dark to want to see itself
so I pick on the minute
-the smallest chance
I might gain an empty advantage
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
Cold, cold ice,
And a
Roll of dice,
Do you
Hear the cries
Of the
Scamp’ring mice
Running
For their lives,
Biting
Down two lies,
And a
Broken
Set of
Eyes.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
All I ever did wrong,
was truly care about you too deeply,
thinking about you while listening to any love song,
I treated you like a key to finally being a human,
but I realize you never were the key,
instead you were the whole lock,
The law to the door that would have told me.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
What good is light for the stars,
when the stars are blind, my love?
If stars were to trade their fire and bright
to see for just one day and one night,
would there still be light, my love?
Still, how can stars ever see,
if others don’t sacrifice their sight?
Then—
can you count how many would be
willing to do it for others,
and be the ones we truly love?
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
Inevitability
Like fire and desire
to tear each other down or lift each other higher.
A group, any one no matter function or size
will soon come to realize
one of them is the leader.
with this will come all the decisions that must be made.
The pain
again and again. the loss or the win.
Same as it has ever been.
We fight, we don't fight IT.
What would be the point its part of who we are
can't run to fast or get to far ,
from IT.
We follow or we lead
and to the leader,
inevitable greed.
It comes with power
built quickly or slowly
brick by brick
nod by nod
like a tower.
It wouldn't matter if we hoarded beads or shells or yen or francs
Whether we fight with rocks and sticks or guns and tanks.
We will
because we are,
can't run too fast or get too far.
Whatever we value
leaves for lust,
boom or bust.
Currency is also inevitable
an assurance
a must.
Not all the chains that we put on ourselves are forged in fire
most are birthed much softer through ease or desire.
Sadly though it seems inevitable what we do to each other and therefore our selves.
When the first of us saw that stranger from afar
fear and apprehension kicked in reminding us of what we are.
Clean water, food, fire or mate
curiosity then disorder
from love , our hate.
Inevitable.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
To scream into the void or let silence devour me whole?
To claw at the seams of this waking dream,
or accept that I was never awake?
To be the mad one or the blind one?
To whisper the truth no one wants to hear,
or let the lie cradle me to sleep?
They fear death like a stranger,
but I swear, I’ve known it before.
Soft. Familiar. Calling me home.
So is it better to speak or to die?
Or was I dead long before I asked?
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC
The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
And his darkness she reaped...
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
We claim we want peace, but we seek the next fight
as we keep our guns close to the door.
Convincing ourselves that we stand for what’s right
when the truth is we’re actually just bored.
We say that we want to be free men,
while we ride our past into the ground.
We claim that we run from our demons,
but we really just keep them around.
And we live our lives waiting for the next offense,
needing others to kindle the flame.
We’re a common collective without common sense
like the scarecrow not having a brain.
So, let’s go on pretending we live for the truth
but the truth is we’re living a lie,
for each soul who actually lives for the truth…
we find a way to crucify.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Stand atop
your dunes
manifested
Dreams
from infallible convictions
Eyes — open
with pretentious ecstasy
Gawking
Your waves — in a waterless sea
Stand
facing the winds
permeating
your pedantic desert
Eyes — water
Assurances — seeping in
Indifferently
ravishing your dunes
Lie — buried
The sand’s absolute
Like sediment —
manifestations overlaid
Eyes — close
against the winds righteous pursuits
You wonder
how you missed the direction
whence they came
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
I’ve stepped again into my old life.
I know it’s nohow and nowhere.
I lived there, yeah, I was there long.
But I don’t pick out it, however.
I keep in mind my love to you.
I lost myself, chucked wildly and fouly.
My life was ruined and I was nowhere.
I swapped myself for you blindly.
I was cheerful for you and gloomy,
Freaky and as a gold itself.
If you wanted, I could be a dummy.
But I’ve never been just myself.
I always was near, but you didn’t sight of.
I left one day, but you returned.
And I’m here again. Again it’s all here!
And what is needless is simply crossed.
I’m like a kitten, blind and lost,
I’m crawling out at sounds or light.
I’ll hide in this life for now perharps
As if I’m not here for quite.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
Us All
In hunger, my belly aches,
of clawed darkness, I’m afraid,
to forsee what is to come, I’m blind.
—just a reflection of all else.
On damp paper you may sit,
on thorned cushions someone may,
to the vast universe, insignificant.
—just a reflection of all else.
To linger, is in the hands of time,
but as the rest, home waits as death,
merits mortals with same eyes.
—just a reflection of all else.
Fields of wombs
grown on unsteady soil,
the ides of May, harvested
and cast into the fire.
The brand is seared
into the soul,
yet we scoff and sneer,
while we dangle on the branches
hanging on for our dear lives,
of the same burdened trunk;
of the same root that sired
us all.
—just a reflection of all else.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
Where small minds gather there is bound to be
trouble brewing and people who don't see.
__________________
Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
Listening to the future
Sing a song, sing a deeds our
In the stark and relative promise, we cure
With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power
Cherished time...
With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts
The wind to live once more, in world and chime
To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours...
Rights risen, to voices of callousness...
With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes
A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless
Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's
Risen rights, to voices we care
Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime?
Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare
Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives?
Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is
Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs
That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance
That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds
Welcome home
The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth
Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned?
For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 6:29 PM UTC
#
"They've outlawed it, you know.."
"Outlawed what, Sweetie"
***"The Unknowable--
that which cannot be defined
or easily explained away..
That which cannot reduced, down
in to something more palatable;
Or maybe diluted-down
in to that which one could drink
..without it bringing some form
of dis- comfort"***
She is looking down;
Woven into her hair.. all things
edelweiss, suddenly begin
their wilt
..and all along the waterway
are those coming towards her
to smother
.
You will hold on, my Beautiful
*(or maybe even turn to face
for the first time, with loaded gun)*
--But Beautiful girl was never meant
to go loaded
*(..And her beloved Rooster Cogburn said
that she's no bigger than a corn nubbin)*
My beautiful girl
locks and loads, anyways--
Because the Mason-jars
she was forced to pour it all in to,
were never made big enough
to contain it.
There's a small stall at the swap-meet..
on Thursday and Saturday mornings,
she rents a space there
Her wares, true liquid Gold..
*(when a jar becomes sold
no hidden-thing will be needed
to sustain it)*
. . . . .
Quiet hearts are never meant
to reveal themselves
Some words (in this world)
were never meant to be spoken
You'll see now, beautiful Angel--
that this Rare-Jeweled heart of yours
is not the only-one,
perpetually Broken
Some gifts, the world
may never be ready for.
Lip-Kissed,
may I be the one
to help get that
un-ready World, ready--
*(so very well fed
yet still;
so very slowly, burning)*
Some beautiful Heartbeats
are so very much worth dying for
***... And I, myself ;
I am turning..***
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Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC
The next act, of adrenaline
Supposed forces, to win a kinder stare
Through the looking glass, as if shine
Is a wall to itself, patience and their horses, fare
A race to the more, ever and stone sore?
Of a friends cleverer smile...
Same to how, we found your quarrel
With me, a simpler distance to while...
Mean or main stay...
This moment, made for the devil and the blue sea
Meant, in time with sour notion, pain
Is the only force we see, for a man or woman in love, deem...
A hat of errors, that knew you for a wiser momentum
A whine of distant feelings, that shares the known, to be
A callous share in proof, that has the time to question a room
A singing candle? awake at the touch of a lover, is my kiss anarchy?
Hate a rhyme to begin, with a resolve in the rage of another?
Spite, carnal license, and hopeful sycophants of a rule of thumb
With your name on it, and my cares, the risks of loving a bother
With your needs and vice, as a charity we will know is succinctly won...
Heroines, with a table to eat from, timidly share a savior
Heroin's, with a resolute few, is here to skip the wisdom of done who
Hero's, with a tap to ply and explain, are a safety's warrior
He, with an excused hand has a reason to be, to the patience we do too...
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
my blindness causing me strife
never committed to being right
but never committed to being wrong either
just trucking along the beaten path
I didn't know there were fires birthed in my wake
I didn't know for goodness sake
I would not be the bad guy, even if it were my fault
but ignorance is bliss at the top
water the burnt fields, open my eyes to the real
could you open my eyes?
for real
Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 12:52 PM UTC
A blind woman gave birth
to the most beautiful girl
on earth
She could feel her heart beat
but could never see her face
She could touch her hand
but never saw her
eyes of grace
She could smell her skin
but never seen
her smiling
a beautiful blind woman bore
the most beautiful woman on earth
who saw her mother more
than just with eyes and all their worth
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
What is it like to be blind?
I wouldn’t know
I’ve only ever seen the world in colors
Seen the world in shapes
Seen the world in jagged edges on pieces of white paper
The kind of paper that scratched the grooves in your skin when you touch it
But I’ve been blind before
I’ve been blind in the times where I’ve only seen what’s in front of me
Times where curtains covered my room in Black
Times where I didn’t want to believe that someone I really loved really wasn’t all that lovable
To I: the fool,
I am okay to be angry
I am okay to be selfish when i really just think that I am because of my insecurities
I am okay to be sad
I am okay to be depressed in a corner, knitting blankets covered in wiped off mascara and tears
I am okay
I
am
okay
I am blind
But at least now I don’t have to be blind anymore
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
this is light she said
opening the curtains of her mind
i gazed
illuminously blind
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC